Yan Jiecheng was making excuses for his dead grandfather, but didn't he leave his father Yan Bugui with a family of six?
According to Yan Jiecheng, people in the courtyard all talk about their dead ancestors. Aren't they all orphans and widowers?
In the future, if Jia Zhang uses her identity as an orphan and widowed mother to blackmail others, she will have a good excuse to attack her.
In the past, everyone saw her as pitiful and gave her the go-ahead, but who knew that Mrs. Jia and Zhang often used this opportunity to blackmail people, and she blackmailed almost every household in the courtyard.
"My grandfather also died young, leaving us with a big family. Don't bully us orphans and widowed mothers." Liu Guangtian, who was hiding in the crowd watching the fun, suddenly interjected mischievously.
As soon as Liu Guangtian finished speaking, he was suddenly slapped on the back of his head.
Looking back, I saw him standing behind me with an angry expression on his bangs.
"You bastard, I'll beat you to death for being an unfilial son. Your grandfather is now farming in his hometown in the countryside."
"Ha ha!"
Everyone was laughing so hard that they couldn't breathe.
The second uncle, Liu Haizhong, looked around and couldn't find anyone who could take advantage of him. He raised his hand and took off one of his shoes, hitting Liu Guangtian with a crackling sound.
Liu Guangtian originally wanted to make a joke to lighten the atmosphere, but he forgot that his grandfather was still farming in his hometown in the countryside.
Damn you, you are a bitch, this is a big joke.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Liu Guangtian turned around and ran out of the hospital crying.
"You son of a bitch, don't go home again if you can."
Second uncle Liu Haizhong shouted angrily from behind.
"Ha ha!"
"Ha ha!"
Everyone laughed again.
This kid Guangtian is a tough-headed kid. He has grown tall but not a brain. Is your grandpa still there? You don’t know?
Yan Jiecheng was also very bad, and all the children in the courtyard were spoiled.
Everyone was talking and laughing, and no one paid attention to Jia Zhang's unreasonable troubles. They all stood aside and watched her performance like a monkey. More and more people began to accuse her of being unreasonable.
"Young man surnamed Yan, just wait, we are not done yet."
When Jia Zhang saw that everyone was pointing their guns at him almost unanimously, she felt that she couldn't get any advantage today, so she put down her harsh words and said,
"There is also a boy named Yang. If you don't pay for the lock on my head, the matter is not over."
After that, I got up, patted my butt and went home.
"Ha ha!"
Everyone burst out laughing again, feeling very happy that Jia Zhang was defeated today, as if the person who defeated Jia Zhang was not the Yang family, but themselves.
Which family in the courtyard has not been blackmailed by Jia Zhang? Which family has not been taken advantage of by her?
Everyone has disliked her for a long time and always wants to find an opportunity to correct her.
Now that he is defeated in front of the Yang family, it can be regarded as a bad breath for them.
Yang Jun glanced at Yan Jiecheng in the crowd and thought about how he spoke for the Yang family several times. It seemed careless, but in fact he had ulterior motives. It was said that the two families had no friendship. They lived in the same hospital and the meeting was just an acquaintance. There was no need for him to risk it.
Help yourself at the risk of offending Jia Zhang.
However, after all, they have helped the Yang family, and it is not easy for me to infer malicious intentions on others.
Soon everyone in the yard dispersed.
Yang Jun helped Wang Yuying up from the ground, sent her home, and then returned to her new house.
"Master Lao Wu, I'm telling you a joke."
Yang Jun handed over a cigarette and lit one for himself.
"Hey, man, is this a joke? Besides, which yard doesn't do this?" Lao Wu took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled the smoke, looking disapproving.
"You are quite good. There is an even more rogue person in our hospital. He takes advantage of the fact that he is an old bachelor and goes to other people's houses to eat and drink. Others are stunned and dare not say a word. I want you to dare to dump him.
He's a man of face, come on, he's been lying in your house for half a month without moving, and there's nothing you can do about him."
"There are still people like this?" Yang Jun looked in disbelief.
"Does the street office not care?"
"Control?" Lao Wu immediately became excited when he heard this, and his voice rose an octave, as if that person had a deep hatred for him, and he complained dissatisfiedly,
"Grandma, he wishes he had someone to take care of him. He won't have to worry about three meals a day anymore. The girls from the street office stay far away."
Lao Wu had a look of indignation on his face, and it seemed that he was often blackmailed by that old scoundrel.
As the saying goes: Normal people are afraid of fools, fools are afraid of fools, and fools are afraid of losing their lives.
Some people rely on the fact that they have nothing and are not afraid of wearing shoes when they are barefoot. Anyway, they already have nothing. If they cause trouble, what else can they lose?
I thought that only the people in this courtyard would plot everything, but I didn't expect that it was like this in other places.
Yang Jun patted Lao Wu on the shoulder and sighed,
"It's all forced by life."
…
When I opened the door, a damp and musty smell hit my face.
Yang Jun covered his nose and quickly went over to open a few windows.
No one has lived in the house for several years, and the air inside is not circulating, so there is inevitably a smell. There is a layer of gray hair-like things growing in a hidden place near the corner.
It was empty, there was nothing there, even if a mouse came in, he would regret getting lost.
When Uncle Dagen's family moved out, they couldn't take away the furniture, so they all gave it to the people in the yard. In addition, the Jia Zhang family occupied the house for two or three years, how could they keep any money?
"Master, do you think this house can withstand major changes?"
"Hey, men, don't call me "Master". Just call me "Lao Wu". It makes you feel better."
Lao Wu walked around the house, knocking on the wall with his hands from time to time. After listening to Yang Jun's words, he said indifferently.
"Look what you said, no matter where you go, your surname will last a generation."
Lao Wuyi curled his lips: "Hey, you only think about being older. If someone calls you a bastard and then calls you an old man, then all three of my boys will also use it."
"Ha ha!"
The two looked at each other and laughed.
While joking, Lao Wu looked at the two rooms, then looked at the yard again, stared at it, thought for a while, and then said to Yang Jun.
"The foundation is not bad. The Nanmen Kiln's big gold bricks in Yishui will be able to live there for three hundred years."
"Can it be changed significantly?"
"Okay, no problem at all." Lao Wu nodded and affirmed.
When Yang Jun received a positive reply from Lao Wu, he suddenly became excited. At first, he was worried about whether this century-old house could withstand major renovations, but now he can safely and boldly renovate it according to his own ideas.
The word "gold brick" cannot simply be taken as the name suggests. It does not refer to gold bricks, but a high-quality brick used exclusively for important buildings such as palaces and royal gardens during the Ming and Qing Dynasties.
When Zhu Di built the palace, he opened dozens of cave dwellings outside the south gate. The most skilled craftsmen in the country gathered here. They specialized in firing various bricks used to build the palace, such as wall tiles and floor tiles.
Later, porcelain for the royal court was also burned.
Although the material of gold bricks has nothing to do with gold, huge financial and material resources are consumed from soil selection to making bricks, burning, transporting, chopping and grinding, and paving. The price is as expensive as gold, so it is called "gold bricks".
